Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down
On Knotts I Landed, get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted life
I write twice and drop singles in record
Niggas I'm dunkin when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The click you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new
Got my Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
when it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the
Just he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight dome
When I'm quick to your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous Satan
Eatin in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go from track to track, in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain when I
Like from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I show you a style and throw
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the 'cause
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
Bust the, microphone
skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to studdered from the rap
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and
I swarm like killa bees for these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth
Aiyyo like this, my song thump your preference
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Black severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And don't halt, I it was my fault
I came through like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water
My keep flowin
Now I'm this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The is like this, where the beat went
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he have room to shit on the mic
I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
not breaks at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of display
Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to so
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a
The sad slow nigga much than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The action wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the while my beats can up
More data than X-File shows all up
The educated from Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I will rise to the top to the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to MC's
Who can't across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the duck when the lead fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's like an automatic
I'm causin static like the opposite of Bounce
I get, mad amounts
Look at my man and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to again
Don't need to be greedy, I my old gear to the needy
to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*